By the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Long, flowing hair, *Five golden earrings*, Cute, dainty arms, An hourglass shape, Two perfect...breasts, And legs that were smooth and sexy.By the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Smooth skin texture, Long, flowing hair, *Five golden earrings*, Cute, dainty arms, An hourglass shape, Two perfect breasts, And legs that were smooth and sexy.By the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Pretty colored makeup, Smooth. " What do you mean?"He had an odd look, almost pained."Best I can figure is that he was trying to find out about you ... mining her memories for everything she knew about you ... and then you came in ... and ... let's just say you went out the window with him in more ways than one." By that you mean?"That pained look returned."She doesn't know you." What?" Every memory of you is gone – died when he did." Nothing?" She knows me, what I am, what we do, but as far as she's concerned, the first. Having dated black men in the past she had no problem with that although it was something she could never discuss with her family; bringing a black man into their home was out of the question. Well-meaning and decent her parents harbored strong racist feelings and viewed race-mixing as degenerate, if not downright evil. In her mind that made it all the more alluring. Sensing no harm would come of it and putting her upcoming marriage in a mental lockbox she returned his call. Lunch was set for. Do you have a problem with that?" I snapped, my anger, ego, and lust facing off like a pack of wolves fighting over a bitch in heat!"Not at all. Just curious. I've heard about couples who get off on that sort of thing. But-hey, it's all good!" Dave replied, truce-hands in the air, ready to ride this train to the last stop.Joan reached over her shoulders, pulled her dress together with a shimmy, so everything was in place to be zipped!"Well... " she said emphatically, glaring sideways at.